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[chilicheezfetus]

"White Linen"

Tart.
But sweet,
familiar.
Soft curtains against my cheek.

Lemon,
butter,
vanilla waves.

The laundry hangs to dry.
White wings pinned down,
gingerly obeying every breeze.
The unruly green reaches up to meet it.

Wishes--
so many wishes,
like wintry petals
swelling and rising upon dainty currents of air.

We hope
and we struggle.
But we never forget.

I swarth myself in white
to keep safe,
to retain the purity I misplaced.